Her spirit shines of skittles
The flavors you taste on a tropical island
Her soul is made of the first blanket of snow
Cold, but gleams so delightfully in the sunlight
When I look at her this is what I see
Something that I could never be
She’s a magnet to the people around her
Fixed like a child to their mother
A fire so easily contained
She cannot be tamed
Nor does she belong in a cage
The purest warmth you cannot disobey
I promise not to control it
I promise I won’t try to tame it
The fire inside of me is abstract to yours
It’s already ignited a forest to flames
A monster that I created
A fog rampant all around me
Rehabilitate my spirit
Teach me how to add color to my bleak existence
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
Her spirit shines of skittles
The flavors you taste on a tropical island
Her soul is made of the first blanket of snow
Cold, but gleams so delightfully in the sunlight
When I look at her this is what I see
Something that I could never be
She’s a magnet to the people around her
Fixed like a child to their mother
A fire so easily contained
She cannot be tamed
Nor does she belong in a cage
The purest warmth you cannot disobey
I promise not to control it
I promise I won’t try to tame it
The fire inside of me is abstract to yours
It’s already ignited a forest to flames
A monster that I created
A fog rampant all around me
Rehabilitate my spirit
Teach me how to add color to my bleak existence
